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Rating- PG13ish, maybe R
Pairing- Kate/Sawyer
Spoilers- None really, you know there's a hatch and Sawyer is injured
Written for- eiluned
A/N- So sorry for the delay! Happy Belated Valentine's Day!
Kate hoisted the backpack onto her shoulder as she made her way through the jungle to the hatch. It was her shift with Sawyer, and she found herself looking forward to it. She pretended to detest him, but he was...interesting. He kept her on her toes. Not to mention that he was sexy as hell. Kate paused in walking, her brows furrowing as someone...or something was coming her way. She took a few steps back, but released a breath of air. Shannon. It was just Shannon.
"Why couldn't they have just killed him?" the blonde fumed as she stopped in front of Kate.
"What are you talking about?" Kate asked, looking over the young woman.
"He's such a bastard," Shannon spat. "And we're sick of it!"
"We?" Kate asked.
"Yes," Shannon snapped back. "Sun, Claire, me, just....ugh! You deal with him. You're the only one who can stand him!"
Kate watched as Shannon stomped off, her heels sinking into the mud. She often wondered how the girl didn't wobble and twist her ankle considering the shoes she wore and the grounds she trudged through. Kate looked down to her own hiking boots, the same ones she had taken off the man the day of the crash. For some strange reason, she brushed her hair back and used an old tank top to mop her face.
"And Freckles steps up to bat," Sawyer drawled as he saw her moving down the hall of the hatch. "I'm sure you ran into a pissed off pair of sticks." He laughed to himself.
"You won't be able to run me off as you've done everyone else," Kate replied, smirking as she dropped her bag and plopped onto the stool near his bed. "I wouldn't be laughing about being known to make women walk away from me."
"Now that's just mean, Freckles," Sawyer replied, his brows knitting together and his jaw setting.
"You should know I'm not very nice," she replied and offered him her water bottle.
Sawyer looked at the bottle, a small smile curving his lips. "Ah, yes, and only a bitch shares her water."
Kate raised an eyebrow before pulling the bottle from his reach and took a drink herself, then stuffed it back into her bag. "Have you taken your meds?"
"Nope."
"Why not?"
"Don't feel like it," he shrugged.
Kate sighed heavily. This must be what Shannon was fuming about. "Look, cowboy, you know you have to take those pills to get better. How many times do I have to tell you this?"
Sawyer rolled his eyes, then pointed to an end table across from him. "The damn doc apparently thinks I have a rubber arm."
Kate smiled a small smile, then stood and retrieved bottle of pills. "This is why you haven't taken them? Because you couldn't reach them?"
"Right on, Einstein," Sawyer snipped.
Kate bit her lip, biting back a groan as she tapped two pills into her palm. "Here."
Sawyer smirked before opening his mouth.
Kate felt a peak in her pulse, but ignored it. She dug out her water bottle again and sat in the small space left of the bed. She dropped the first pill into his mouth, and eased in the second one, brushing her thumb across his bottom lip.
Sawyer closed his mouth before she withdrew her fingers, brushing his lips across them as she jerked back quickly. He smirked when she fumbled and dropped the water bottle, the cap popping off and spilling water across the floor.
Kate cursed and grabbed a towel from her bag, haphazardly wiping up the mess she made. She couldn't make herself look to Sawyer---she knew the smartass would be laughing at her. She tossed the rag onto the counter top, hearing it land with a plop. She dug out her spare bottle and offered it to Sawyer.
"Maybe I should help," He smirked before wrapping his hand around hers and guiding her hand so that he could drink from the bottle.
Kate swallowed the lump in her throat as she felt the rough pads of his fingers firmly guided her hand, a warmth illuminating from them. Her other hand instinctively shot out and her finger caught the water drop that rolled down his chin.
Sawyer smiled. He had done it on purpose---letting the water drip. He looked to her, his eyes daring her. He saw her shift and squirm a little beneath his gaze. He made her uncomfortable, and he knew it. He had always known it. She couldn't take being close to him. She put on the spitfire front, but he always saw that doe-in-the-headlights look whenever he was close to her. She had that look now.
"I don't have time for your games," Kate huffed and brushed her hands on her pants. "I'm getting you something to eat." She bolted from the room as fast as she could. Thank God she didn't trip on something or bang into the wall. She'd never live it down.
Sawyer chuckled to himself as he watched her leave. Another woman he made run away from him. But he knew Freckles better than she knew herself. She was running because she wanted him. She claimed she despised him, yet she was the first to volunteer in anything that involved him. And he knew she kissed him and stayed with him when Michael and the others brought him back. "You plan on hidin' out all night, darlin'?"
Kate looked up as his voice echoed, and she stood there a moment longer, gathering her courage. If Sawyer wanted to play cat and mouse, she was game. She walked into the room, tugging off her tanktop, exposing the bikini top Shannon had loaned her.
Sawyer's mouth went dry. He had played peeping Tom on her several times, but now she was voluntarily showing off that gorgeous body of hers. His eyes traveled down her exposed skin, over the curve of her breasts and to her flattened stomach.
Kate gave him a sassy smile. She was by no means a tease, but she had watched Shannon enough to pick up a few moves. She dipped to retrieve the bottle and offered it to him once more.
Sawyer grasped her wrist, and in one fluid motion pulled her over and onto him, his lips crashing up to meet hers.
Kate's hands went to his cheeks, her lips moving against his in a desperate, heated kiss. She pressed to him when she felt his hands at her back, smoothing over her skin and caressing her. All their pent up lust and longing came crashing out. They had denied it since the crash. They had wanted each other since first laying eyes on the other.
Sawyer moved his hands around, sliding up and cupping her breasts. They filled his hands perfectly. He smiled against her lips as his thumbs worked over her nipples, and they pebbled to the touch. Her gasps of pleasure made him press painfully against his jeans. He lifted his hips, pressing his mound to her.
Kate shuddered on top of him, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer to her, her tongue diving into his mouth. This kiss was of choice, not like the one he had lied out of her earlier.
Sawyer's fingers moved to her shoulders, sliding the straps of the bikini down. He guided her arms out and pulled the top up, letting it fall to the floor, his hands going back to her breasts. Kate gasped so hard that she left his mouth and looked to him. Her eyes were heavy with passion as she searched his. He wasn't sure what she was looking for, perhaps she wanted him to condone her lust.
Kate moaned when his mouth went to her breast, lavishing it with his tongue. He sucked and kissed until she was ready to scream. And then, he stopped. But not for long. He kissed down, sliding down until he was flat on his back and level to her stomach. She gasped when she felt his hands unbuckling her jeans. She looked down to him.
"What do you want, darlin'?" Sawyer asked, giving her one final out.
"You," she breathed before taking his mouth again.
For the next couple of hours, bodies connected and limbs entwined, moans and gasps leaving the hatch. Shift changes came and went, but no one dared interrupt the passion that was unfolding.
Kate lay looking into the darkness. Sawyer's breathing was heavy and rhythmic---he was sleeping. Neither of them had made false promises. Neither of them said those three words. There were only moans and grunts between them. As it should be. What they had was more than what the world perceived as 'love.' They needed each other. She'd rather be needed than loved. But either way, she had to leave. They both knew she wouldn't be there in the morning. But she would be back.
Rating- PG13ish, maybe R
Pairing- Kate/Sawyer
Spoilers- None really, you know there's a hatch and Sawyer is injured
Written for- eiluned
A/N- So sorry for the delay! Happy Belated Valentine's Day!
Kate hoisted the backpack onto her shoulder as she made her way through the jungle to the hatch. It was her shift with Sawyer, and she found herself looking forward to it. She pretended to detest him, but he was...interesting. He kept her on her toes. Not to mention that he was sexy as hell. Kate paused in walking, her brows furrowing as someone...or something was coming her way. She took a few steps back, but released a breath of air. Shannon. It was just Shannon.
"Why couldn't they have just killed him?" the blonde fumed as she stopped in front of Kate.
"What are you talking about?" Kate asked, looking over the young woman.
"He's such a bastard," Shannon spat. "And we're sick of it!"
"We?" Kate asked.
"Yes," Shannon snapped back. "Sun, Claire, me, just....ugh! You deal with him. You're the only one who can stand him!"
Kate watched as Shannon stomped off, her heels sinking into the mud. She often wondered how the girl didn't wobble and twist her ankle considering the shoes she wore and the grounds she trudged through. Kate looked down to her own hiking boots, the same ones she had taken off the man the day of the crash. For some strange reason, she brushed her hair back and used an old tank top to mop her face.
"And Freckles steps up to bat," Sawyer drawled as he saw her moving down the hall of the hatch. "I'm sure you ran into a pissed off pair of sticks." He laughed to himself.
"You won't be able to run me off as you've done everyone else," Kate replied, smirking as she dropped her bag and plopped onto the stool near his bed. "I wouldn't be laughing about being known to make women walk away from me."
"Now that's just mean, Freckles," Sawyer replied, his brows knitting together and his jaw setting.
"You should know I'm not very nice," she replied and offered him her water bottle.
Sawyer looked at the bottle, a small smile curving his lips. "Ah, yes, and only a bitch shares her water."
Kate raised an eyebrow before pulling the bottle from his reach and took a drink herself, then stuffed it back into her bag. "Have you taken your meds?"
"Nope."
"Why not?"
"Don't feel like it," he shrugged.
Kate sighed heavily. This must be what Shannon was fuming about. "Look, cowboy, you know you have to take those pills to get better. How many times do I have to tell you this?"
Sawyer rolled his eyes, then pointed to an end table across from him. "The damn doc apparently thinks I have a rubber arm."
Kate smiled a small smile, then stood and retrieved bottle of pills. "This is why you haven't taken them? Because you couldn't reach them?"
"Right on, Einstein," Sawyer snipped.
Kate bit her lip, biting back a groan as she tapped two pills into her palm. "Here."
Sawyer smirked before opening his mouth.
Kate felt a peak in her pulse, but ignored it. She dug out her water bottle again and sat in the small space left of the bed. She dropped the first pill into his mouth, and eased in the second one, brushing her thumb across his bottom lip.
Sawyer closed his mouth before she withdrew her fingers, brushing his lips across them as she jerked back quickly. He smirked when she fumbled and dropped the water bottle, the cap popping off and spilling water across the floor.
Kate cursed and grabbed a towel from her bag, haphazardly wiping up the mess she made. She couldn't make herself look to Sawyer---she knew the smartass would be laughing at her. She tossed the rag onto the counter top, hearing it land with a plop. She dug out her spare bottle and offered it to Sawyer.
"Maybe I should help," He smirked before wrapping his hand around hers and guiding her hand so that he could drink from the bottle.
Kate swallowed the lump in her throat as she felt the rough pads of his fingers firmly guided her hand, a warmth illuminating from them. Her other hand instinctively shot out and her finger caught the water drop that rolled down his chin.
Sawyer smiled. He had done it on purpose---letting the water drip. He looked to her, his eyes daring her. He saw her shift and squirm a little beneath his gaze. He made her uncomfortable, and he knew it. He had always known it. She couldn't take being close to him. She put on the spitfire front, but he always saw that doe-in-the-headlights look whenever he was close to her. She had that look now.
"I don't have time for your games," Kate huffed and brushed her hands on her pants. "I'm getting you something to eat." She bolted from the room as fast as she could. Thank God she didn't trip on something or bang into the wall. She'd never live it down.
Sawyer chuckled to himself as he watched her leave. Another woman he made run away from him. But he knew Freckles better than she knew herself. She was running because she wanted him. She claimed she despised him, yet she was the first to volunteer in anything that involved him. And he knew she kissed him and stayed with him when Michael and the others brought him back. "You plan on hidin' out all night, darlin'?"
Kate looked up as his voice echoed, and she stood there a moment longer, gathering her courage. If Sawyer wanted to play cat and mouse, she was game. She walked into the room, tugging off her tanktop, exposing the bikini top Shannon had loaned her.
Sawyer's mouth went dry. He had played peeping Tom on her several times, but now she was voluntarily showing off that gorgeous body of hers. His eyes traveled down her exposed skin, over the curve of her breasts and to her flattened stomach.
Kate gave him a sassy smile. She was by no means a tease, but she had watched Shannon enough to pick up a few moves. She dipped to retrieve the bottle and offered it to him once more.
Sawyer grasped her wrist, and in one fluid motion pulled her over and onto him, his lips crashing up to meet hers.
Kate's hands went to his cheeks, her lips moving against his in a desperate, heated kiss. She pressed to him when she felt his hands at her back, smoothing over her skin and caressing her. All their pent up lust and longing came crashing out. They had denied it since the crash. They had wanted each other since first laying eyes on the other.
Sawyer moved his hands around, sliding up and cupping her breasts. They filled his hands perfectly. He smiled against her lips as his thumbs worked over her nipples, and they pebbled to the touch. Her gasps of pleasure made him press painfully against his jeans. He lifted his hips, pressing his mound to her.
Kate shuddered on top of him, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer to her, her tongue diving into his mouth. This kiss was of choice, not like the one he had lied out of her earlier.
Sawyer's fingers moved to her shoulders, sliding the straps of the bikini down. He guided her arms out and pulled the top up, letting it fall to the floor, his hands going back to her breasts. Kate gasped so hard that she left his mouth and looked to him. Her eyes were heavy with passion as she searched his. He wasn't sure what she was looking for, perhaps she wanted him to condone her lust.
Kate moaned when his mouth went to her breast, lavishing it with his tongue. He sucked and kissed until she was ready to scream. And then, he stopped. But not for long. He kissed down, sliding down until he was flat on his back and level to her stomach. She gasped when she felt his hands unbuckling her jeans. She looked down to him.
"What do you want, darlin'?" Sawyer asked, giving her one final out.
"You," she breathed before taking his mouth again.
For the next couple of hours, bodies connected and limbs entwined, moans and gasps leaving the hatch. Shift changes came and went, but no one dared interrupt the passion that was unfolding.
Kate lay looking into the darkness. Sawyer's breathing was heavy and rhythmic---he was sleeping. Neither of them had made false promises. Neither of them said those three words. There were only moans and grunts between them. As it should be. What they had was more than what the world perceived as 'love.' They needed each other. She'd rather be needed than loved. But either way, she had to leave. They both knew she wouldn't be there in the morning. But she would be back.